this was meant as a reply

Her bank statement arrived and the numbers dropped from the page swamping her feet
a breeze blows in and scatters numbers
she gathers them up and makes bigger numbers and plans to buy skyscrapers and jet planes

she knows people

but she’s heard tales of a doppelgänger in a village of the damned
the spitting image they say
but when you see her smile (her jaundice shaded face)

it’s then you know who is really who

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11 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    THIS WAS MEAT AS A REPLY
    ——————————————
    HER BANK STATEMENT ARRIVED AND THE NUMBERS DIDN’T ADD UP
    BANKING TECHNIQUES FROM FRANCE ARE LIMITED IN INTELLECT
    PARIS BEING THE TRAILHEAD OF EXPERIMENTAL MATH
    OFTEN BOTH THEORY AND PRACTICE FAIL
    EXTRADRAMATIC MULTIPLIED MISTAKES
    THE NUMBERS WEREN’T PROPERLY ATTACHED TO THE PAGE
    SHE BUMPED INTO PURITY AND THE NUMBERS TUMBLED
    LIKE CRISP AUTUMN LEAVES OFF A GAY GIDEON BIBLE TREE
    SHE STRUGGLED WITH THE NUMERICAL CRISES
    IT WAS AMAZING JUST HOW RICH SHE WAS
    YET HER LARGER PURPOSE WAS TO GLORIFY GOD
    SO THANKFUL FOR HER SANCTIFIED POETIC VOCABULARY

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  2. multiplemichael

    ALL GREAT POETS DIE IN INFANCY
    THEY DROWN SWIMMING BACKWARDS
    UNRAVELLING FROM LIBRARY BOOKS
    STEALING WORDS AND THOUGHTS
    LOOKING AT CLEAN WHITE UNDERWEAR
    TRYING REALLY HARD NOT TO THINK
    CUT FOR JESUS
    A PROUD PSYCHIATRIC
    PENIS SURGEON
    MUMBLING ANCIENT WORDS
    BEFORE THERE WERE DAMN
    GERMANS RUSSIANS JAPANESE
    I AM THE ONLY LIVING PERSON
    WHO REMEMBERS
    I HAVE ESCAPED HALTINGNESS

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  3. multiplemichael

    ALL THAT TIME SPENT OBSERVING PHOTOGRAPHS OF NAKED WOMEN
    IMAGES ROOTED IN CHILDHOOD
    IN A CROWDED ROOM OF SILENCE I WAS MAKING ALL THE NOISE
    I WAS THAT CRAZY MICHAEL WITH THE UFO RETINA VISION
    DUST FROM THE ANTIQUITIES
    I MADE ALL MY MUD WITH PEE

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  4. multiplemichael

    SHE SUCKED ON MY THROAT UNTIL I HAD ONE OF THOSE “HICKEY” THINGS
    REAL FRIENDS SAID THAT IT WAS A SIGN OF MORAL DECAY
    REFLECTIVE INTELLIGENCE ???
    LATER IN LIFE IN A TENT IN A STATE PARK…SHE WAS ON HER HONEYMOON
    HER NEW HUSBAND INTRODUCED US…I WAS SHOCKED
    OUTSIDE, HE PRIVATELY TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD BEEN A VIRGIN
    I DIDN’T MENTION THAT SHE AND I ONCE ATTENDED A PARTY
    WHERE SHE BURNED HER BRA

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  5. multiplemichael

    POETS WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH IT
    THEY WILL BE CAUGHT AND PUNISHED WITH NOSTALGIA
    HAUNTED AND TORTURED WITH MEMORIES OF THE PAST
    UNNATURAL YEARNINGS—UNSTOPPABLE URGES TO DIRTY OTHER PEOPLE
    TO RETURN TO PRIMITIVE RITES—ANCIENT SACRIFICES
    TO REACH INTO HUMAN FLESH AND YANK OUT GOD
    TO MAKE THEATER WITH DEATH

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  6. multiplemichael

    “I have become older but not an inch longer”
    the pills help reduce the trembling
    snakes are everywhere
    they are possibly defanging them for academic abuse
    you sit behind your signature
    you sit in your chair as if your backside was governed by spacecraft
    the dead outnumber the living (unless you’re in France where numbers mean nothing)
    out-of-sync clocks—neurological rigidity—prehistoric fingernails
    I am painfully aware that DEATH is camping outside on the lawn

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  7. multiplemichael

    where the hell does one come up with “PREHISTORIC FINGERNAILS” ???
    possibly residual narrative
    each day brought different combinations of identity fragments
    ceaseless psychic circus acts—many already determined
    life tried to be an institution reeking of impersonality
    social conditioning often dressed in identical colors
    success found in defeat—any reduction in awareness
    unique identity is for movie stars and astronauts
    ( *sometimes at night I can hear cries from the orphanage, penitentiary, and zoo )

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